TMR Glader Imagines

Newt AU smut | Ask nicely

"I should've stopped you when you said 'relax'..." You murmur into the kiss, but pull him closer, parting your lips to let him explore farther, the gnawing feeling growing in your stomach. Your actions seem to satisfy his sudden intense need. His lips are sweet and plump, running over yours as smooth and effortlessly as silk. His hands move down to your waist, pushing your body deeper into the couch, keeping you in place. You run your hands up over his clothed chest and shoulders, looping your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. You tug lightly, earning a small moan from his lips.

"Mmm..." Newt hums, moving his lips to press kisses against your neck again, then resting his head in your chest, looking up at you through his lashes.

"Y/N..." His voice has deepened a bit, sounding rough and husky. He looks you dead in the eyes.

"What is it?" You ask, kissing the top of his head.

"I want you, Angel." He answers, unintentionally adding a small moan at the end as he presses his erection into your leg and moving back and forth, causing some desperately needed friction for himself.

"You want me?" You question, biting the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from coming undone just at the very sight of him rubbing himself on you, his eyes drooping in a state of bliss and his lower lip caught between his teeth. He lets out another soft moan.

"Scratch that, I need you." His hands are still on your waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

"Can't you, you know... wait for tomorrow?" You question innocently, blinking teasingly at him.

"Shit -" He gasps "No way, now. Right now." He mutters through gritted teeth, grinding down against you harder, his head pushed down into your upper chest and tilted back slightly. His hot breath fans over your neck, causing goosebumps to erupt as it caresses your skin.

"I don't know... are you sure you can't wait Newtie? I'm not really in the mood." You lie, teasingly, looking down to see his reaction to the words.  His eyes snap open, wide and alert, then his brow furrows.

"You're not in the mood?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Maybe if you ask nicely..." You wink at him, not yet giving up on your teasing. Taunting him when he is this desperate is awfully amusing. Both his eyebrows raised now, and he straightens up a little, bursting out laughing.

"Are you actually asking me to beg you? You realise I could just pin you down and shuck you senseless, right? With no permission needed?" He says, licking his lips. You gulp, knowing that he's right, but not backing down. Slowly, trying not to alert him of your actions, you wriggle your hand down lower towards his crotch. "I could just slam you against - " He continues in a threatening tone, but is cut off when he feels your hand diving into his sweats, tugging on the waistband of his boxers.  He stares down at you, clenching his jaw shut, his eyes showing a mixture of love, lust and agression. You slide your hand into his boxers, and your fingers graze him. He draws in a sharp intake of air, and you seize the moment to wrap you fingers around his shaft, slowly moving up and down, pumping him.

"S-shuck!" He yelps, biting down so hard on his lip it might actually split open.  You thumb over the throbbing, leaking head, rubbing small circles around him and gliding your finger over the sensitive slit. Newt groans, cracking whines tumbling from his lips. He takes the back of your head and fists your hair, pushing your face forward so your lips crash together, and he bites down on them, leaving them swollen and numb.  You don't kiss back, just keep up your teasing game, and continue the light, almost feathery strokes, and out if nowhere, you squeeze him. His hips rock into your hand in response. "Fuck..." He growls, catching you by surprise. The f-word is damned by him. You've never actually heard him say it, and whenever he catches you saying it you are met with a deadly glare. His hand reaches up and grabs your face, making your noses touch.